Apple pie Rock&Roll Elvis Presley 7 fold.
Ford trucks Chevy too stars of white flag of blue.
A rebel yell from the south our brothers north join our shout.
We are a country free and true America how i love you.

For all the fallen in Las Vegas God be with you and may he save us.
An evil deed has been done and some are felt left feeling numb.
You hurt no one but yet received something cruel and dark and mean.
Mothers fathers saved their children as bullets rained down and shot and killed them.
I know your pain iv'e been there to so know I'm always here for you.

Fire Death in the air i wake up screaming like im back over there,
Mothers father children same all have seem to die in vain.
Soldiers brothers throughout the land fighting combat hand in hand.
Forever and ever i shed a tear for all my brothers i lost in years.

C130 rolling down the strip airborne ranger on a one way trip mission unspoken destination unknown airborne ranger ain't never coming home
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They flew out to a place called Iraq he jumped out the plane he held to his pack he hit the ground rolling he jumped out his gear he led to his marker to find a true fear.
Just 3 klicks that miles for you he lost a good friend but that's nothing new cause out in the desert its hell or its all cause during a war its ***** to the wall.

I write and I type day and by night.
A book full of poem's a heart full of flight.
A dream of another a girl i once knew.
A kiss from an angel a poem that i drew.
Is it art is it tell me oh Devil which condemns me what might it be.
Is it lust is it anger or hate or deceit.
**** you for evil you fooled me again.
I continue to write and it seems for no end.
Save me oh save my readers to be my mind it is broken like glass or a leak.
My soul is condemned for all i have done.
Oh **** it to hell I'm finally done.

Am i yet alone is this me is this who i am.
What have i become i am no longer man.
But yet a faded memory of what once was.
A dream a motion a point of lust.
Lust is key to a mind of temptation.
I hate myself but love the wasteful.
I this me why is this me.
Who or what might i just be.

I look in the mirror the face is familiar yet i have not seen it.
I look in her eyes and see all the lies yet i cannot dream it.
I smell her on my clothes i feel her on my skin i know her.
But am i who they say i am.